A melodica instrumental right up there with his very best cuts. A lot more exalted — Rockers International style — than his Studio One killers.

Deeper-than-Spinoza, heavier-than-lead nyabinghi cut of Yabby You’s awesome Love Thy Neighbours (itself produced by Family Man, in 1974). You can’t touch Tubby’s dub on the original Defenders 7”... but both versions here are uncompromisingly dread, and essential in their own right.

Giddily killer, unutterably majestic horns-led instrumental by the legendary bassist, alongside his co-Wailers.
Tubbys murder on the flip.
Brilliantly reissued by Dub Store, in Tokyo.

Mesmeric, spare, funky, forward-looking dubs led by the Soul Syndicate drummer.

Top-quality, previously-unreleased Sugar, in fine voice at Joe Gibbs. Strong rhythm, too, rich and moody.

Two pieces of sweet lovers rock, with backing by The Wailers.

Re-launching the Mittoo classic, aimed one step beyond, with intrepid space synths and drum machine (and mangled chanting on the flip). Strong Upsetters flavours.

Family Man and Jimmy Riley had worked together in the late sixties — a Hippy Boy and a Unique — way before this terrific collaboration in tough, anguished sufferers, woozy with the natural mystic, around the same time as Cobra Style. Signature Wailers music-making seals the deal, with classy, burning horns.

Prince Buster rumpus.

Searing, unmissable cover of canuck rockers The Guess Who, by way of Junior Walker.
B-Boy’s gonna choke on his herbal vape when he cops that break.
‘These eyes… crying every night… for you.’

‘Man must vank these money men / Who pay I and I to fight I bredrens / Just because I’m in hunger / Them hold I with them dunza / Penetrate man with them dunza… Oh, there shall be lightning and thunder / For the heathens who take advantage of sufferer / To gain their vanity of power / They shall reach their final hour / They will be cut off forever, yeah.’

Solid early-eighties Channel One, tooled to rock a dance, and till now played exclusively on dubplate by Jahlovemuzik.

Previously a super-scarce JA blank. Hail the almighty Don D’s scorching solo — flashing a split-second premonition of Rico on Message To You, Rudy.

Two terrific, previously unreleased excursions on the Amos Milburn.
The trombone holds it down like Giant Haystacks, but that’s a tenor saxophone solo.
Lovely stuff.

The alluring, mystery female vocalist here is cool and deadly amidst the mayhem, beside a tasty harmonica lead. Nice bebop saxophone, too, on the flip.